FREE to be Me ...

Come little leaves said the wind one day,

come o'er the meadow with me and play.

Put on your dresses of red and gold,

for summer is gone and the days grow cold.

Ov'er the brown fields they danced and flew,

singing the sweet little songs they knew.

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,

down they came tumbling one and all.

Laughing and twirling the little leaves went.

Winter had called them and they were content.

Soon fast asleep on their early beds,

the snow laid a coverlet over their heads."